The morning sunlight hit my face twice before my brain registered it.
Right. I used to have a job.
I wasn’t just a "used-to-be" full-time housewife, curled up in someone else’s house, trying not to fall apart.
Sharing a room with Liam was probably the dumbest decision I ever made. But leaving the Newton house? That wasn’t an option—not now. I needed to see Ethan suffer. I needed to be here for that. He owed me that much. For everything he stole. For everything he turned me into.
I wiped the single tear sliding down my cheek, annoyed that it was even there.
Then my phone buzzed.
Victoria.
Her message lit up the screen:
“Hey! We're hosting that mental wellness gala tonight — the one for trauma counseling & recovery support. You’re still coming, right? Then we'd talk about your big fa
